Hot Wet Arrival (Closed)

Lt. Grace Tanaka

Standing this close to the captain and his bare, muscular torso, while she herself was half-naked, and Patricia..um…Dr McNamara was nude in the Captain’s chair, was giving Grace a whole slew of mental associations with bedrooms.

"Uhhh . . . captain? Gra--I mean Lieutenant Tanaka? You better look at this!"

Grace glanced over at Keiko, and saw her expression was worried. She also noticed that lights were switching on all over the comms/sensors board. Curious, she went over to have a look, her gaze sliding along Keiko’s smooth thighs.

Hmmmm…she liked that sight

But hang on! I’m not a lesbian…am I?

Keiko wasn’t thinking quite so dreamily at that moment, and her tight focus made Grace glance at the sensors and displays too.

A metal and stone structure on the planet. Alien ruins? 2.4 million years old?!

A warning message in very old code…but in English!

Displays changed fast, and Keiko yelled out
"Captain!......I'm seeing a massive energy buildup on the planet's surface! It's coming from the . . . the structure. I'll explain later, I recommend we go to battle stations!"

Grace wasn’t waiting for orders. The ship’s survival was at stake, and when she looked at the Captain, he and the doctor seemed to be distracted with…other things. She blushed. I can’t believe that they’re doing that on the Bridge!

She ran back to her own station, and pressed the Battle Stations alarm. At least it would get the Captain’s attention. The doctor would have to return to Sickbay as well to await any potential casualties. The Gunnery/Weapons Officer would have to return to the Bridge on the double if they were going to have any chance to fight.


ALERT

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !

BATTLE STATIONS !

ALL CREW REPORT TO BATTLE STATIONS !

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !


Damn it, the Captain should never have sent Sgt. Kerensky down to sickbay in the middle of a shift, especially when the Ship's Doctor continually insisted that the Sickbay wasn't ready yet and that it would be ready at the end of the shift. Stubborn arrogance. Insanity. Possibly suicidal in hindsight now they knew they were in a very high risk situation.

It was a relief when Vero…Sgt. Kerensky returned to the Bridge and assumed her position for weapons control.


“Appears to be automated defence systems. Weapon type is unknown, but there’s an energy build up that’s off the scale. They are firing, sir! Captain what are your orders!”



Oh shykes!
, Grace thought, I have a really bad feeling about this…
 
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Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship's Doctor)

The Captain was leaning over, so close, his bare muscular chest very distracting as Patricia lay back in his chair, her legs spreading wide of their own accord, inviting, and she was oh so deliciously hot inside. Even the Captain’s smell, so masculine, mixed with sandalwood aftershave, and his aura of command, was intoxicating to her. Patricia found herself reaching for him, pulling him closer, trying to get the Captain out of his trousers impatiently.

“Please, Captain”, she pleaded, “I need you now. Too much!”

All she wanted at that very moment was to have him between her thighs, inside, deep inside, filling her, helping her with her need. Time seemed to stretch on and on.

ALERT

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !

BATTLE STATIONS !

ALL CREW REPORT TO BATTLE STATIONS !

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !


For a second, Patricia half lay there in the chair, then disappointment replaced her good mood with a bad temper.

“Why now!”, she cried, getting up out of the chair and feeling hugely ashamed of what she’d nearly done on the Bridge with the Captain.

She moved quickly. Her place was in Sickbay, and the medical scan of the Captain would have to wait. There might be casualties. Wounded to attend to.

She was hopping and dressing and looking very silly as she was trying to put on her skirt, and tunic, and pumps without pausing on her way to the door. Patricia very nearly tripped over on the way out, and in her hurry she forgot the portascan, medical kit, and the injector.

The trip down in the lift seemed to take only seconds, and she wondered if Mel had made the lifts faster in the most recent upgrades. Patricia ran into the Sickbay, and stopped at the door in astonishment. The two nurses that she’d left in charge were both naked, and attending to the 2nd Engineer/Cargo Specialist in a very intimate manner that was definitely against regulations. Both of the girls looked very good in the nude too.
 
“Please, Captain”, she pleaded, “I need you now. Too much!”

She reached out and tugged at his trousers, and he didn't move to stop her.

Then the alarms went off.

He blinked, once, twice, and a third time.

"Appears to be automated defence systems. Weapon type is unknown, but there’s an energy build up that’s off the scale. They are firing, sir! Captain what are your orders?"

He spun in place, to look at the view screen. It seemed as if he were coming out of a fog. All he had wanted to do was lift the good doctors legs onto his shoulders, and slam himself into her.

Under attack . . . his ship was under attack . . . his ship!

"Evasive manuever! Pattern MacLeod Delta!"

He looked at Veronica. "Prepare to return fire. Torpedos, full spread."

He glanced to the Ensign. "I want scans. I want to know weaknesses, soft spots, weapons capabilities . . . and I want it now."
 
Lt Grace Tanaka

"Evasive maneuver! Pattern MacLeod Delta!"


“Aye aye, Captain”, Grace replied, “MacLeod Delta, sir!”

Grace’s hands flashed across her board, setting in the evasion pattern, and the FSS Tien Fei swerved and spun attempting to avoid being tracked by any incoming attack. Yet, bringing the maximum possible number of her armaments to bear. It was one of Captain MacLeod’s most carefully thought out maneuver patterns, extensively tested in simulations, and ideal for the FSS Tien Fei’s capabilities.

As she wriggled in her seat, adjusting controls, her bottom slid in her own wetness. It was so very distracting being this horny for such a long period of time, she had to struggle to keep her mind on her job despite her training. Why didn't it fade? The heat inside her was neverending, and might've been increasing. Grace bit her lip in frustration and mewled a little as she tried to concentrate on piloting the Tien Fei.

She heard the Captain giving his orders to the others, and hoped it was enough. The Tien Fei dramatically accelerated as she turned, the inertial compensators going on full power resulting in a tightness in the air, and a feeling of all over pressure. But it was better than being squashed into jam. Grace watched the G-forces build up, the acceleration topping out at 470 Gees or 4.606km/s/s. The FSS Tien Fei was the pride of the fleet, and the fastest Federation vessel ever built. If the inertial compensators failed even for a microsecond, they’d all be killed instantly. She prayed Lt. Cmdr “Mel” Locke had been keeping them top notch.
 
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Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

"Prepare to return fire. Torpedos, full spread."

Veronica moved quickly to obey, with an "Aye, aye. Preparing to return fire. Torpedoes fully charged"

The battle situation at least distracted her from her lack of a skirt and underwear. But she was still hot and randy. Even as Veronica flicked controls, her pussy was crying out for attention. She noticed that the other young women on the Bridge were in a similiar state, and she momentarily thought about that. It was odd that they all felt this way.

"Ensign!", Veronica called out, "I need those scans! Targeting systems are having trouble pin-pointing the firing point, Captain. There appears to be more powerful jamming and some form of unusual distortion."
 
Lt. Brian North; Science Officer

North ran hard for his lab as the battle stations alarm rang out through the corridors of the Tien Fei. He had left sick bay with Sgt. Kerensky, but the female had respectfully reminded him that he couldn’t gain access to the bridge, which was mildly annoying, though he knew it was necessary. As he cleared the lift to his level, he darted forward and through the door into his lab, and dropped down in front of the main console to see what the sensors were picking up.

He brushed his fingers through his hair as he looked over the readings of the energy field. “No shit…” he muttered as his fingers flew over the console, calling up different energy patterns that shared characteristics with the strange wave that seemed to be heading their way. What scared him was that he’d seen a similar particle composition before. From artifacts recovered in the catacombs beneath Polar City, Juno. What bothered him was that the feedback patterns weren’t just similar, they were almost identical.

The radiation levels were at a minimum, but the beam’s readout looked more like a wormhole than anything else, and the “jamming” was probably a result of a spatial distortion of some kind. Given time, he would have been able to trace the origin of the waves and find the coordinates of the exit point, but time was a luxury the Tien Fei did not possess.

Furiously his fingers flew over the console as he opened a channel to the bridge. “North to bridge, the weapon appears not to be a weapon at all, but rather a transportation device which utilizes some kind of spatial distortion beam that makes a fold in space time. The beam should send us to the origin of the distortion, but I cannot make an accurate assumption of what our position will read if we get caught by the beam.”
 
Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

Veronica checked the sensor scans that were being relayed to her station, filtered for what was vital for targeting and combat. The energy was reading simultaneously as such a blend of odd particles that it was difficult to tell what it was doing. The attacking automated defences had already fired, but trying to work out the time of impact and where it was going to be was extremely difficult; it appeared be in multiple places at the same time, but the velocity readings were screwed as well, with estimates that couldn’t be possible. Nothing moved that fast.

She checked again, and still was having trouble understanding the results.

“North to bridge, the weapon appears not to be a weapon at all, but rather a transportation device which utilizes some kind of spatial distortion beam that makes a fold in space time. The beam should send us to the origin of the distortion, but I cannot make an accurate assumption of what our position will read if we get caught by the beam.”

Then suddenly Veronica realized why she couldn’t pinpoint the beam…

“EVERYONE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!”, she yelled, “Captain, there’s a massive gravity distortion ahead, and it’s too big to avoid!”

Is this what a wormhole looked like?

On the main view screen, a vast funnel was opening in space, purple clouds spinning around it, while pink lightning shot through it. The very centre was a deep blackness. It was an image out of nightmares.

Oh my God…

Veronica looked at the opening wormhole in horror.
 
Lt. Grace Tanaka

Grace tried to move as fast as she could, flashing her hands rapidly across her station.

“Attempting to evade, Sir!”, Grace called out, but she knew it was too late.

The FSS Tien Fei, the fastest starship ever built by the Federation, the pride of the fleet, simply wasn’t fast enough. Realizing at the very last second that if they hit the fringes of the wormhole, they’d likely be torn to shreds, Grace changed the course heading to take them through the dead centre. On the main view screen, the purple funnel grew gigantic in moments, impossible to avoid.

IMPACT

The Tien Fei shook like a small boat in a storm tossed sea. Power surges flickered sparks across all the boards. Lighting exploded. Electronics all over the ship was shorted out as the power surges increased dramatically. Lightning began bouncing around the Bridge, scaring everyone except the Captain who somehow remained impassive and calm, shouting orders above the noise.

Grace tried desperately to keep control of the Tien Fei, her hands flashing across keys and holosensors, as circuits failed and sparks flew. She had to leap aside at one point as a small explosion blew-up in a shower of sparks nearby, but was quickly dampened by the automatic fire-extinguisher systems. She tried the best she could, and still Grace knew the FSS Tien Fei was going to crash....all they could hope for was to come down in one piece with as little damage as possible.


OOC

As the FSS Tien Fei travelled along the spinning purple tunnel of the wormhole, massive electrical discharges wreathed the ship in pink fire. Lightning-sized sparks shot along corridors and zapped machinery all over the ship. Electrical devices all over the FSS Tien Fei were burnt out, anything active and operating was damaged and many systems were turned into useless junk and semi-molten piles of slag. Only the most vital systems had enough backups and protection to survive, but important parts of the Kriesmann Drive were crippled, and the spinner-drive was reduced to minimal power. Communications systems onboard were wiped out, and would not operate until replaced.

Suddenly the Tien Fei exited the wormhole at the very fringes of the planet’s upper atmosphere, hitting the air so fast that the defensive shields barely held for long enough, then failed as the generators died from overheating. The saucer-shaped vessel streaked through the upper atmosphere leaving a long trail of fire across the nightsky of half a hemisphere, but slowed and began to fall downward in a very long arc until an engineer managed to get the spinner-drives and powerplant operating again, but it was too little, too late…

Flying over an enormous stretch of deep green jungle, across a region over ten thousand kilometres wide, with scattered seas and swamps, the FSS Tien Fei narrowly missed hills and low mountains. Ever lower it went, over a shiny blue sea, and rammed onto the sandy beach on the other side, smashing onward into the jungle, knocking down trees, and flattening ferns. Skipping a few times, then sliding for several more kilometres before finally it stopped….

The strange energies of the planet were now able to affect the human crew of the FSS Tien Fei without any weakening. People came to conscious again and many found themselves changed. Every woman onboard was about to discover that they had lost all of their pubic hair, that they no longer had any body hair from the neck down except what grew on their heads. It was the first dramatic sign of more changes to come, and the changes hadn’t finished yet. The new uniform rules for female bridge-crew have also come into effect, but curiously many of the young female crew are finding it very difficult, seemingly impossible, to wear what they want to, or to dress decently at all, as if the desires of the men were subconsciously controlling them...

Outside the ship, monsters were waiting...and lurking…

Monsters unlike anything ever seen on Earth or any other planet known...

Monsters with the perversely erotic interest in the molesting and rape of beautiful female humans…
 
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Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko slowly opened her eyes, her body feeling sore. She'd bruised her shoulder during the crash.

The crash! Keiko sat up straight in her chair, looking around the bridge. The normally bright and shiny control room was a mess, sparks jumping across panels, and various broken lights blinking. Keiko felt a tinge of guilt. She'd been unable to react during the attack and their plunge through the wormhole.

During the attack, the unknown energy source had ceased the short warning messages and instead sent . . . images. Lots of them. Terrible images that had made Keiko freeze in horror, unable to act. She'd wanted to do something, or to warn the captain, and the other women. But those terrible images. . . such creatures couldn't possibly exist. And even though the panicked Keiko had been unable to move, her body had reacted unexpectedly to the terrible pictures.

What's wrong with me, how could I find such things arousing? she wondered. Keiko reached down between her legs to confirm that she was still aroused.

"Wha---?? Oh my god!!" exclaimed the girl. Realizing she'd spoken out loud, Keiko looked around discretely before she continued her self exam.

It can't be! My . . . my hair, it's all gone! Keiko couldn't believe her own thoughts as she felt the smooth hairless skin above her pussy. Maybe . . . maybe the wormhole took my hair? No, that's crazy! Damn, I'm so wet too! she wondered, shaking her head. She tried to get those images out of her head, but it was impossible. She had to do something to take her mind off it. The crew, they must need help!

Still confused, Keiko stood up, a bit wobbly, and looked around to see if anyone needed help. She almost fell over as she realized the ship was no longer level.
 
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Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

"Oh my head...", Veronica groaned, reaching up and rubbing her forehead.

She glanced at her hand as it felt wet, and saw her fingers were bloody. Touching her head, Veronica realized there was gash, but mostly abrasions on her forehead. She was lucky, it didn't seem too bad at the moment. Glancing around at the Bridge of the Tien Fei, she was shocked at the damage. Sparks still came down from dangerously exposed wiring, and one of the data-stations was a half-melted mess. The lighting was very dim, the blue glow of the emergency chemical-lights that only ever came on when all lighting power and emergency lighting had failed.

The Captain was still in his chair, but he was apparently unconscious. She stood up and stumbled, dizzy, and the angle of gravity was different. The floor wasn't level, but it wasn't too bad. There was a hiss of an injector, and Veronica noticed that Ensign Keiko Inara was treating Lt. Grace Tanaka with a painkiller.

Veronica staggered over to the Captain, and found that fortunately his vital signs were good, and he had no apparent injuries. He was apparently only stunned, and seemed to be coming around slowly. She found the portascan that the Ship's Doctor had left behind and tested it. The thing's circuitry had been fried. She turned it over and found the back of the plastic casing had melted.

Pressing her comlink, there was nothing. It had failed too. It seemed that most of the ship's electronics had been damaged. Very little worked.

"I'll take Grace down to Sickbay", Veronica told the very young-looking Comms/Sensors Operator, "And I need to go myself....Can you take care of the Captain?"

Veronica then picked up the young Navigation Officer, finding her surprisingly light. Very busty and and smooth-skinned too. Holding her made Veronica think of other things that she'd like to do to her. Grace glanced down at Grace's mound and groove, and was a bit stunned to see it smooth and devoid of any hair. She was also very obviously wet and aroused. Her smell was...nice.

Breathing it in, Veronica took Grace to the Bridge doors and put the young female officer down nearby. She'd have to get dressed again, but the auto-locker didn't work either. No skirts.

Oh, no.

Have to do it though, no choice.

So, Veronica went over to the doors and opened the manual operation panel. There was a lever inside, which she had to pump for the heavy doors to open. She picked up the teenage-looking Navigation Officer and walked out, but the guards that were suppossed to outside were both knocked out cold. No, actually one of them was definitely dead. Veronica recognized the colonial marine as Cpl Rodney Stimmins. He had the appearance of having been electrocuted and half-burnt. She recalled that Stimmins had some combat cybernetics. What an awful way to die. He'd been killed by his own cybernetics frying from the electrical overloads. She hoped that it didn't affect the people in coldsleep, but suspected it would've. Fortunately, only very few of the colonial marines would have cybernetics of any kind as they had been proven unreliable in battlefield conditions and required far too much maintenance. Cpl Stimmins only had the cybernetics because he was former Special Ops, but wounded too severely to continue in special forces operations, and too highly skilled to be retired from active duty. Probably anyone in stasis who had cybernetics was dead as well.

Stepping over the bodies, Veronica passed the lifts, as they wouldn't work and went to the maintenance hatch. It was going to be a long difficult climb down to the level that Sickbay was on. Especially carrying unconscious wounded, but there was no choice. She had to do it.
 
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Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

“YOU TWO! GET BACK INTO UNIFORM!”, Patricia yelled at the two young nurses, and gave a disgusted look towards Ted Yamamoto as well.

The two girls quickly began to dress again, both blushing with their faces down.

“Marie Tomlinson and Kitty Yee”, Patricia continued, “This is a Sickbay, not a brothel. Ted, I am reeeaally disappointed in you…Ted, if you’re healthy and awake, get down to Engineering because they’re going to need you. Didn’t you hear the Battle Stations Alert?”

Patricia didn’t wait for his answer, nor did she watch the two young nurses, as she rushed around making sure that everything was ready for possible incoming casualties. Her last glimpse of Ted was as he was heading for the door and putting on his pants at the same time.

“After this alert is over, if we survive”, Patricia said to the two nurses, “You will both give me a full report as to why you were doing what you were doing with the 2nd Engineer. Right now though, we have no time.”

She felt the increasing pressure and tension in the air as the inertial compensators approached full power. Patricia had enough experience of travelling on Federation starships to know what it meant. The Tien Fei was attempting evasive manoeuvres at very high Gee, because they were being fired upon. Her face paled with fear, and the two nurses noticed.

“Are we accelerating?”, Marie asked almost innocently.

Patricia waved towards the chairs, her face serious as she told them, “Sit down and brace yourselves, and pray that the Bridge crew are as good as Captain MacLeod believes they are. We’re being fired upon.”

All of them were terrified, and Patricia prayed like she’d never prayed before.

”EVERYONE! BRACE FOR IMPACT”, came the warning over the ship’s PA. The voice sounded like the female Gunnery/Weapons Officer.

Patricia held on tight, double-checking her belts. The other two young women had very pale faces, and they were sweating with fear.

Then everything started jumping and tossing, the ship shaklng and things breaking. The noise of breaking and smashing things grew, and suddenly a massive eye-searingly bright spark shot from floor to ceiling. Sparks shot everywhere, like something alive, a couple of devices exploded, throwing burning plastic around the Sickbay. There were booms and thunder-cracks throughout the ship, the lights flared and died. Emergency lighting came on, then died as well. For a long time of terrifying shaking they were in darkness except the intermittent flashes of sparks raining down from a broken power conduit. Everyone was screaming.

Then it stopped, but only for a few seconds.

Then a reverberating subsonic shaking was felt, and Grace’s voice coming over the PA;
“We made it through the wormhole, now entering atmosphere…”

Wormhole? Patricia wondered what she was referring to.

Wasn’t that some kind of theory about gateways through space-time?

For a long time, the low shaking continued, but everyone was quiet. Nobody wanted to speak, as if it might be bad luck, might distract the pilot of the ship even though she was far away up on the Bridge. Their lives depended too much on her ability.

Grace’s voice coming over the PA, surprisingly calm and factual;
“We’re going to crash….Impact with ground in thirty seconds or less. Hold on tight.”

The crash itself was so violent that Patricia was stunned for a long time afterwards. It was hard to remember what she’d just experienced. The dim glow of the last resort chemical lighting came on, and it was the only lighting in the room. All other power to Sickbay had been broken.

She unfastened herself and stood up on legs that wobbled like jelly. Dazed, but happy to be alive, Patricia went to the two nurses. Both amazingly, were unharmed.

“Are you alright?”, she asked.
Marie nodded, “I’m fine…I think.”
Kitty nodded as well, “I’m okay.”

A technician, obviously injured staggered in, carrying somebody familiar leaning against him. It was Ted Yamamoto, injured once more and being brought back to Sickbay in a curiously similar way as the previous time. This time though, his injuries looked far worse.

They couldn’t use the autodoc, it wasn’t functional. Patricia would have to operate without any of the technological wonders of the Tien Fei’s Sickbay. They were back to the primitive techniques of the 20th Century.


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Brian Chang (2nd Engineer/Cargo Specialist)

Waking up from the cold-sleep of stasis always made Brian feel queasy, and he usually ached all over. He hated it with a passion, but some people woke up feeling rested and refreshed; Brian was definitely not one of them. When he opened his eyes, it was still dark and that made him panic.

Oh shit! They fucked up and I’ve gone blind!

Then he realized that he could see a little. The lighting was very dim, and blue, and it took a few seconds for Brian to work out that it was the chemical emergency lights. That implied a major power failure. Definitely not a good sign.

He sat up, BANG, Ouch that fuggingthingfuggingouchHURT!

He’d bumped his head into the closed plastiglass of the stasis berth. It was still closed. Another sign of a major power failure.

Brian found the internal latch and opened the top up, pushing the heavy plastiglass until it slid open fully. Then he checked his locker and got dressed. The damnable uniform was way too tight, especially on his arms and shoulders. Maybe they were somebody else’s. Inside the locker he found a toolkit as well, but the torch didn’t work. Fortunately there was a glow-lantern, and it worked fine.

Brian prepared his tool-belt, grabbed the kit and the glow-lantern, and left his cabin to go and find out what the hell had happened to the ship. It needed fixing, that was for sure.
 
Captain Lance MacLeod

He dreamed.

The jungle was lush and beautiful. And it was his. He roamed freely . . . hunting . . . searching for something, someone.

A mist gathered around him, slowly snaking its way around his legs, and curling over hi chest and biceps.

Soon the mist solidified before him and images passed in front of his eyes. His crew . . . the women. There eyes wanted him, needed him, their legs opened before him, inviting him onward. Their lips parted invitingly.

He could feel his body respond, his cock getting hard . . . throbbing.

Keiko opened her mouth, and whispered, "Captain . . ."

He moved toward her.

She spoke again. "Captain, can you hear me?"

The world turned black.

He opened his eyes.

Keiko stood before him, bending low over him. He could still feel his arousal through his confusion, his cock pressing insistently against his pants, the large bulge more than obvious . . .

"Keiko . . . " he whispered.

He reached out a hand, tangled it in her hair, and pulled her lips to his.
 
Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

"Anybody here? Is anyone alive?", Veronica called out in the dimmness of the Engineering section.

She'd carried the injured, and still unconscious Navigation Officer, Lt. Grace Tanaka, through a maze of accessways in the darkness, but had somehow made a wrong turn. They ended up in Engineering instead.

Veronica looked around in the flickering light of occassional sparks from broken power conduits and shattered pieces of fallen machinery. She didn't have a clue about what any of it was, but the place looked like a bomb had hit it. There was fire-extinguisher foams and powder residues everywhere, covering the blackened and burntout control boards, and some parts of the ship's engines.

In a way, she hoped nobody was down there, because all Veronica wore was her Marine tunic and high-heeled pumps. She was nude otherwise.

A more rational part of her knew that if nobody was alive down there, then things were much worse for everyone.

"Anybody need help? Is there anyone here?", Veronica called, "Lt. Cmmdr Locke? Are you here? Anyone?"
 
Mel stirred amid the wreckage of Engineering. He felt shaken...but otherwise unhurt. His eyes cracked open to see that a few of the hull plates kept in his section and fallen over him and formed a shield. A shield that had protected him from the dangerous heat increase that Engineering had experienced. He chuckled, "Still the lucky one...I hope."

That all depended on how much was damaged and how much survived. A jury-rigged capacitor had gottent he spinner drive moving again before the crash, but not enough to stop it. He sighed. Some Chief Engineer he was turning out to be. Mysterious system failures and alterations, and now a crash.

"Anybody need help? Is there anyone here?", Veronica called, "Lt. Cmmdr Locke? Are you here? Anyone?"

Mel started, sitting up and nearly banging his head on the metal. "Sergeant Kerensky!" "I'm here, I'm alive!" "And I don't think I'm hurt either, just a little banged up!" He c ould hear her appraoching now. He frowned looking about, how to get out of here?

There! There was a small gap in the armor plates...maybe enough for him to squeeze through, with some help. For once, he was glad he was on the small, skinny side of things. Though...now that he thought about it, he'd bulked up a lot in the last week.

He shook his head. Time for that later. "Sergeant Kerensky, am I glad to hear you!" "I see your luck was good this time too...I'm really glad you're okay." "I think I can get out of here...though it you can find something to use as a lever and make this whole here," he stuck his arm out of it, "a little bigger, that'd be great." He then let his arms through, followed by his head and shoulders as he wormed his way out. His uniform was scorched, singed, and badly torn, but he himself appeared almost completely unharmed save for a few small cuts and bruises. "Is the Captain alive?" "I can have a dmage report for him in....in..."

Mel had turned over, now getting a fine view from the floor of Veronica's exposed legs, and further up her bare pussy. "Rings of Saturn," he breathed. Her legs seemed to go on forever! So smooth, so strong...and her pussy...even through the acrid smoke and the stink of the fire fighting foam, he swore he could smell it. Mel closed his eyes for a moment. Get out first, ogle the Marine later. Then take her our into the jungle and fuck her...wait a minute. How did he know there was a jungle?

He started wiggling out once more, "Veronica, I mean, Sergeant Kerensky, do you know who else is alive?" "Have you checked Sickbay yet?" Finally he came free, grunting as he got to his feet, "Nnnn...gonna be sore in the morning," he muttered.
 
Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko grabbed a medical applicator from the emergency kit by the bridge door, and moved to Lt. Tanaka, who was still unconscious. She moved Grace's dark hair away from her neck, and applied the applicator, which hissed softly, drawing a groan from the Lieutenant. Keiko noticed Grace's thighs were splayed invitingly and she frowned, then reached down to try to close them, admiring her superior officer's shapely legs.

"I'll take Grace down to Sickbay", said the tall blonde Marine sargeant. "And I need to go myself....Can you take care of the Captain?"

Keiko nodded at Veronica, who gave her a strange and intense look. I guess I must look a mess? thought Keiko, trying to straighten her uniform, which had shifted so it barely covered her breasts. She moved to the captain, who had fallen out of his chair and lay prone on the floor. Keiko had to get down on her knees and lean over the captain's stretched out form to check his pulse, and then she heard him groan and stir.

"Captain . . . Captain, can you hear me?"

He whispered something in response, and she leaned closer to hear him. "Keiko . . . " he muttered. He must have been dazed, calling her by her first name. Keiko realized at that point that the Sargeant had left her alone on the bridge with the captain, and she started to stand up, when suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her neck.

"Captain?" she inquired, confused, as he took a handful of her hair. Then Keiko felt her head being pulled toward him, and his lips came to hers. She tried to shake her head no, but he pressed his mouth insistently on her, stifling her protest. His lips felt warm and sensual, and his hand in her hair turned her head slightly so he could kiss her more easily. Keiko's hands moved to his strong bare chest, to try to push away, but he was so strong that he didn't seem to notice.

Then his tongue was reaching . . . connecting with hers, and Keiko let out a soft groan as she felt her body react with a paralyzing wetness. His knee came up between her legs and made contact with the moist, heated juncture of her thighs. Keiko yelped and managed to break the kiss, and she backed away on all fours, and then stood on slightly wobbly legs.

"Ca--captain!" she gasped, her arm shyly moving to cover her naked and now hairless triangle. "I . . . umm . . . I'm s-sorry . . . are you ok?" Keiko almost groaned at how ridiculous she sounded, panting and out of breath. She squeezed her thighs tightly after realizing they'd been widening on their own. If the captain knew how wet I am down there . . . she thought to herself. His look was pure lust, and it made her legs feel weak. She silently prayed he could regain control of his senses.
 
Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

As she searched around, while carrying the unconscious Lt. Grace Tanaka, Veronica had begun to give up hope of finding survivors. So far, she’d found two technicians and an assistant engineer, but all three were dead. What had happened in Engineering had been disastrous.

Suddenly she heard movement. The scraping of metal and plastic.

“Sergeant Kerensky!", a muffled voice called.

Veronica looked about for it’s source, calling out, “Where are you?”

"I'm here, I'm alive!", the faint voice replied.

“Okay, I’m coming to get you!”, Veronica called, “Keep talking. How are you?”

She put down Grace and started to search among the broken and battered machinery.

"And I don't think I'm hurt either, just a little banged up!", the man said, his voice still muffled by the piles of metal.

"Sergeant Kerensky, am I glad to hear you!", the voice was suddenly clearer.

Veronica looked down to her right, and saw a gap in a pile of twisted metal; she crouched down and saw the face of the Chief Engineer, smeared with dirt, grease, and smoke stained. His teeth were very white in comparison to his blackened face.

" I see your luck was good this time too...I'm really glad you're okay.", the Chief Engineer said.

“Yes, I was lucky this time”, Veronica replied, “Now how do we get you out of there?”

"I think I can get out of here...though if you can find something to use as a lever and make this hole here - a little bigger, that'd be great.", the Chief Engineer said, poking his arm out to indicate the gap.

Veronica found a fallen stanchion and used it as a lever, thankful that she was very strong for a woman. The machinery was extremely heavy, but a man’s life depended on her moving it. After a lot of sweat, and several attempts later, she’d finally shifted one of the bigger pieces enough for the Chief Engineer, Lt. Cmdr Locke, to wriggle out. He appeared generally unharmed, but looked a mess, his uniform ripped and torn, revealing a very nicely muscled build.

"Is the Captain alive?", the Chief Engineer asked.

“Yes, he is…but he was being taken care of by Ensign Inara when I left the Bridge”, Veronica replied.

Mel had to turn over as he struggled out, and it was obvious what he was looking at, but Veronica couldn’t do a thing about covering herself as she was busy trying to hold the broken and twisted metal up with the lever. She blushed bright from head to toe.

"I can have a damage report for him in....in...", the Chief Engineer exclaimed softly as his eyes widened, ”Rings of Saturn”

"Veronica, I mean, Sergeant Kerensky, do you know who else is alive? Have you checked Sickbay yet?", the Chief Engineer asked, then commented with a painful muttering, "Nnnn...gonna be sore in the morning,"

“I honestly have no idea”, Veronica answered him, “as to how many are alive, but you’ve got three dead down here in Engineering and one of the marines on guard duty at the Bridge entry was dead too. The lift doesn’t work, so I had to carry Lt. Tanaka along the maintenance access tubes. I got kind of…kind of…lost…”

She suddenly felt very dizzy and faint, and touched her head, finding her forehead wet again. The gash had started to bleed freely again. Weirdly, she felt horny as ever, as if blood-loss had no effect on that whatsoever.

“Oh…that’s…not…good…”, Veronica commented as she sat down and then promptly fainted.
 
Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

"I see." "Damn it." He'd been lucky...but from Veronica's report, he'd been one of the few that had. He looked around Engineering, his grease and smoke blackened face serious. "...Look what happened."

He was cut off from further grim throughts and words by Veronica's sudden collapse. With a speed that made his sore muscles cry out in pain, he caught her from hitting the floor hard, instead lowering her slowly, as gently as he could manage, to the ground.

"Sergeant?" "Veronica?" Her eyes were closed, and when he opened them with his fingers, were glazed and unseeing. Blood was flowing from a gash in her forehead. "You stupid jarhead!" "You're no good to anyone if you die!" Not to mention that it'd be a waste of a fine piece of ass, he found himself thinking. Then instantly berated himselfd for it. No time for that now!

He rummaged among the wreckage, finally coming up with a small vent filter and a strip of a singed uniform fron the shirt of a dead crewman. "I'm sorry, Conner, but I need this to keep the Sergeant alive." With deft hands, he pulled the soft absorbant filter out of it's plastic shell, folding it until it was a square the size of his palm. He pressed it firmly to the wound in Veronica's head, then wrapped the cloth tihgtly around it to keep up the pressure.

That done, he checked her eyes once more. Still out. Mel looked over at Grace Tanaka, his eyes longering on her bare legs and exposed pussy. Mmmm...both of them right here, bare, his to take as he wanted....no. Rings of Saturn, what was he thinking? He couldn't get them both to Sickbay on his own...and the comms were fried. He needed Veronica Kerensky conscious. Or Grace. If one could walk, he could carry the other.

He shook Veronica, "Break's over, Sergeant." "You've got a job to do." No response. He shook her a bit more, "Come on, Marine!" "Is this all you've got?" "I've seen tougher hairdressers!" Okay, maybe the D.I. routine was a bit much, but he'd seent he Captain use it to great effect.

Let's add some physical stimulus and see what happens, he thought. "Get up, Marine!" As he shouted, he lifted her up off the ground with one arm, not much, just enough so that his free hand could slap her bare ass. "Rise and shine!"

If this didn't work, he'd have to see if he could rouse Grace...
 
Brian Chang (2nd Engineer/Cargo Specialist)

Opening up the B-level R&M (repairs and maintenance) locker, Brian swore in Chinese and Russian as he saw that half of the modular parts in the locker had already been turned into junk. He grabbed what he would likely need after carefully scrounging through the mess of burnt-out and half-melted parts, and then headed off down to Engineering.
 
Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

SLAP!

Veronica moaned at the sensation, sticking her round rear up higher, and spreading her thighs slightly apart. She dreamed of her old boyfriend who always gave her such treatment, and not fully aware of where she was, she whimpered in a little delight.

“I’ve been naughty”, she said in a cheeky little girl voice.

Other than that her eyes stayed closed, as she dreamed of sexy things.
 
Captain Lance MacLeod

He stood, now, towering over her. He licked his lips once, and could imagine hers lingering. His cock was painfully hard in his pants, and pressed obsecenely outward toward her.

He stepped toward her.

"Your Captain needs you, Ensign," he growled.

She moaned slightly, and stood there, half covering herself from his eyes, and half opening herself to him.

"C-Captain," she stammered, but that's as far as she got before he kissed her again. Hard.

His hands slid over her body and down her bare hips, pulling her against him.

He lifted her slightly, until her feet dangled from the sloped deck, and pressed her against the communications console.

Her hands pressed against his bare chest, pushing slightly as if fighting him off, but her tongue was as eager as his.

Finally, he stepped back and looked at her, his eyes were on fire, and he smiled. His hands worked the buttons on his pants, and he tugged them downward, exposing himself to her.

"Serve your Captain, Ensign . . ."
 
Ensign Keiko Inara

It was insane, Keiko thought. She half sat, half leaned against the comm console, while the captain stood only a foot or two away, his pants down around his knees. He'd exposed himself to her, and she didn't want to look, couldn't look . . .

It looked enormous. Keiko's eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat. She looked away . . . then she looked again. A quiver passed through her belly as she thought of having that engorged, hot thing inside her. She felt a trickle of wetness between her thighs.

Serve your Captain, Ensign . . ." he'd said, as if giving her an order. Surely he wanted her to . . . to take him in her mouth - all men wanted that, didn't they? She could do that, she'd seen it done . . . but here? On the bridge, when one of the girls --- or god, one of the men --- could walk through the door and see . . . ?

"Please, Captain," she begged. "Not here . . . . I-I can't! We just crashed landed, the crew needs you! You can . . . you can have me later! In your cabin, or . . . or somewhere, but not here, please!"

Keiko wondered if she could honor her promise. With her girlfriends, she always talked like she was experienced, but, well, the truth was, she'd only been with one guy. And he hadn't really known what he was doing. She wasn't even sure she'd had an orgasm. And he certainly hadn't been so large like the captain! she thought.
 
Lt. Grace Tanaka

They’d tried so very hard to save the ship, Grace recalled, as the events played out in her mind. She remembered the terrifying journey through the wormhole, with lightning-sized sparks of electricity dancing around the Bridge, consoles exploding and something above her coming down and only missing her by millimetres. It was all like a dream playing out in her mind, repeated again and again.

Then sight of the planet as they exited the wormhole, far too close, unable to slow down, her own voice calm as she warned the crew because there was only her professionalism and training stopping Grace from panicking.

“We made it through the wormhole, now entering atmosphere…”

Grace angled the Tien Fei to skim the atmosphere of the planet, skipping them like a stone, but avoiding being bounced back out into space again as there was…

My God, she had thought, Those rings…the moons…this planet is beautiful…

Her first sight of the planet up close had filled her with awe, and her dream lingered on the vision that was breathtaking and wondrous. At the same time, desire and longing made her flush with desire beyond any she’d ever felt before. Grace had to calculate trajectories and velocities and atmospheric drag in her head, as the ship’s computers began to fail and report erroneous results. The math as always was making her horny, the equations were like the pleasure given by a lover, each one successfully concluded driving her upward as the ship went downward, down into the thick atmosphere of the mysterious planet.

The clouds were amazing, a rainbow of colours, the Tien Fei shot past one green cloud that gave Grace a glimpse of tree-like plants covering it. They passed a huge bird, no it was like a dragon, vast wings slowly flapping and it’s reptilian head turning to look at them. Grace focused back on her data-station and found they were going too fast, but enough of the spinner-drives were holding to keep them airborne a little longer.

The jungle slipping by in a blur as they headed ever further downward, below the clouds, over lakes and seas, and a high waterfall that would’ve shamed any on Earth. But her calculations of their trajectory showed the inevitable result…


“We’re going to crash….Impact with ground in thirty seconds or less. Hold on tight.”

They sped over shimmering waves, their white froth glimmering with a glow of their own, as the ship hit as her calculations had said it would, Grace shuddered inside and tingled everywhere as the orgasm went through her, overwhelming her senses while the entire vessel shook. The noise was deafening, and covered her cries, but she couldn’t hold on….


Her arm felt strange, there was dull pain, her shoulder hurt. She opened her eyes and glanced around in the very poor light. Machinery, broken and twisted, lay everywhere, but this wasn’t the Bridge!

“Where…where am I”, Grace said, her voice faint, as if long out of practice.

She sat up and glanced around and saw a very dirty faced man, heavily muscled in his torn uniform. He was down on his knees next to somebody’s bare legs and attractively naked derrière. Grace then looked down and saw her own lack of clothing, and the smooth skin of her mound, parted by her groove, but uncovered by any hair!

“My pussy hair!”, she exclaimed, “It’s gone!”

Even though the Chief Engineer was close by, Grace felt the strong need to touch herself, but instead she turned around and tried to sit up. Pain. Pain in shoulder, and seemed to burn, but then was gone. She grimaced for the moment, but then felt okay…at least for a little while.

“Mel Locke?”, she asked, “How I did end up in Engineering? Is the captain okay?”

Her voice seemed different, younger somehow, and more sexy than she'd intended. She wanted to cover herself, but her hands didn’t move to do so, and as she came to a kneeling position, Grace’s thighs spread into a V, facing towards the Chief Engineer.

Not this again!, she thought and blushed hotly.
 
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Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko felt her resolve melting as the captain reached for her. She was terribly aroused, and the captain had given her an order . . .

Suddenly there was a beep from somewhere on the bridge. The captain didn't seem to hear it, but it beeped again. The direct comm line! Keiko remembered from Academy training that in the event of electronic failure, the ship was equipped with old copper cable comm lines - for emergencies just like this. Someone was calling the bridge.

Keiko quickly moved around the captain and went to follow the beep. It's my station! she realized, moving over to her chair. She turned the chair to sit down, and then leapt back, as it fell over onto the floor with a metallic crash. Pushing the broken chair out of the way, the leaned over to activate the flashing red internal comm channel.

"Bridge here," she voiced, holding down the send/receive button. "Ensign Inara speaking."

There was static on the line, and a broken voice that was unintelligible.

"Come again?" she said, keeping the button depressed. "Please repeat your transmiss---ahhh!"

Keiko jumped as she felt two hands sliding around her bare hips. The captain! she thought, turning to see the lusty-eyed captain standing directly behind her. His hands were sliding about her bare bottom, obviously enjoying the touch. But Keiko found the sensation terribly alarming, and she heard a soft moan slip past her lips.

"Captain, please, not now!" she whispered, unwilling to let go of the comm button for fear of missing the incoming call. The captain ignored her, so she tried to stand by pulling away from him, but he simply gripped her hips and held her in place, still bent over her comm station.

The static ended and more garbled speech echoed from the speaker. Then Keiko gasped, for she suddenly felt something large and hot sliding between her thighs, making contact with her pussy. She glanced down at herself, and her mouthed opened in shock as she saw the large and swollen tip of her captain's cock sticking out between her spread thighs. Oh no, the captain is still hard! And why are my thighs spread like this? she thought, closing her eyes to try to ward off the shivers of pleasure his sliding, teasing cock was giving her. Without her pussy hair, she could see her wet and puckered pussy lips all too clearly. I hope he doesn't try to put that huge thing inside me! she thought, panicking.

"Who---who's s-sending this trans-mission?" she said into the speaker, her voice stumbling like a nervous teenager. "Please repeat your---ohh!!"

The captain was unzipping her uniform top, to allow his hands to reach her dangling breasts. As he leaned forward a little to squeeze her sensitive nipples, she felt her bare ass slide back against his hips, and she moaned helplessly. With her sense of duty holding on by a thin thread, Keiko reached out both hands to steady herself, as a wave of pleasure rippled through her, making her slightly dizzy.

You're a communications officer! she thought to herself. You have to keep that emergency line open! With one hand on the comm send/receive button, and the other trying to steady herself, Keiko whimpered, for the captain was free to . . . .
 
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Brian Chang (2nd Engineer/Cargo Specialist)

It was two further levels down to Engineering, which wasn’t that far, since the mid-level was only maintenance and life-support related, but the evidence of the ship’s crash worsened as he went. Despite this, Brian wasn’t expecting to find that the main corridors and accessways to Engineering had been blocked by collapsed metal girders, smashed and twisted walls, and a huge tree! The tree had somehow hit hard enough to smash through the armoured hull, and the ship’s protective energy-fields must’ve failed as well. The tree itself was mostly shattered and burnt, but it still blocked the corridor.

How am I going to get past this? Also there must be crew stuck in Engineering too. Maybe there’s some other way in? Maybe. I hope so, Brian thought.

Brian sought about for an intercom that still worked, but none of them did. Then he recalled that the emergency lines for comms between the Engineering section and Bridge ran along one of the tubes just above – but that meant it had been broken between here and the Engineering section itself. There was no way for the survivors in Engineering to contact the Bridge unless somebody knew a way in or out that wasn’t blocked.

“Damn finangle’s luck”, Brian swore out loud, “I’ll need a full schematic to find out if any of the tubes are still connecting that way! They might be trapped down there as well!”

He shone the glow-lamp around and found the access panel in the dark, tried to unscrew it, but the metal had been bent out of shape in the crash. He ended up resorting to brute force and was surprised when he was able to rip it so easily off the wall, but he tore his uniform shirt in the process. His muscles bulged with the effort, and that made him wonder whether he’d been in some way bulking up while in stasis. That wasn’t supposed to happen he was sure.

Brian then climbed up into the tube, and searched around for about fifteen minutes before he found the right line. There was no power going through it; a sure sign that Engineering was cut-off. The piping was super-tough, designed to resist combat damage from explosives, intense radiation, and extreme heat. Brian had to cut into the graphite-silicon ceramic polymer compound material very carefully with a laser-cutter for nearly thirty minutes before he could splice in a connection. He then had to juryrig a simple generator for power, and used one of the Kilgrain batteries and a rewired circuit board. It was hard work in the confined space and Brian was sweating like an ocean had been poured over him by the time he finished.

Oh well, here goes.

He toned for contact, and hoped for an answer.

“Bridge? Anybody on the Bridge who can hear me? This is 2nd Engineer Brian Chang, anyone able to answer this call?”

There was a lot of static on the line, a lot more than he’d expected, so it was very hard to make out what they were saying.

So, Brian began to shout, hoping that maybe they’d hear him, even if he couldn’t hear them.

“This is an emergency status report for the Captain or whoever is in charge up there! Communications with Engineering will not function. Engineering has become cut off. All the main accessways and the main corridor have been blocked by debris from the crash! I need help down here. They need help. I repeat all known access to Engineering has been cut off. We need help.”

He kept waiting for any answer, and repeated the message. Getting desperate, Brian started yelling the same message at the top of his voice, making his own ears ring. Then he tried to use two different Kilgrain Batteries to get more power as well. He hoped it worked.
 
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